Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Madeline’s back arched and she moaned and gripped his hand surprisingly hard for such a small female. With his other hand, Grath found his way under her red nightdress. He found a breast and cupped it, squeezing gently and teasing the taught nipple, which made her moan even louder.
It was a damn good thing Madeline had told him the attic room was so well insulated, he thought. Otherwise he would really have been worried about her family hearing them and wondering what in the Seven Hells was going on!
At last her breathing became so quick that he actually began to worry about her. It was possible for a female’s system to be overloaded with too much essence and Madeline was very small. Reluctantly, he withdrew his fangs and lapped gently at her thigh, sealing the small wounds he’d made.
“Oh…Ohhhhh!” Madeline sank back against the pillows, trying to catch her breath.
“You okay, baby?” Grath was filled with worry and remorse—had he pushed her too far? Climbing onto the bed with her, he cradled her in his arms and looked down at her anxiously. “Did I push you too far?” he asked her.
“I…I don’t know.” Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked into his eyes. “I…I’ve never come that hard in my life—or that many times in a row—never.”
“That’s the effect of the essence,” Grath told her. “Gives a female multiple orgasms. I just hope it wasn’t too much for you.”
“Not too much,” she assured him. And reaching for him, she dragged him down for a hot, breathless kiss.
With a growl, Grath kissed her back. His cock was still throbbing in his sleep trousers and he wanted her—wanted so badly to Claim her here and now. Only the fact that he knew any such attempt would end in a failed bonding stopped him.
But it seemed that Madeline wanted him too. She pulled back for a moment, looking into his eyes.
“God, I can taste myself on you!” she panted. “Why do I taste so good on your mouth?”
“Because you’re fucking delicious, baby,” Grath growled, and leaned down to kiss her again.
As he did, he slipped a hand between her thighs and found the tight little entrance to her pussy. He teased a fingertip around and around for a moment until Madeline spread eagerly for him, giving him the permission he’d been seeking.
She moaned again as he thrust two long fingers deep in her tight, wet depths—gently at first and then faster and harder as she bucked her hips and begged in broken moans for more…more…
But suddenly she put a hand on his wrist.
“Stop—Grath, stop!” she begged.
He stopped at once, concerned that he might have hurt her. She was so tight inside—had he been too rough? But her next words assuaged his fear.
“That feels amazing—so good I think I’m going to come again,” Madeline breathed. “But I don’t want to come again just yet.”
He growled hungrily.
“You want my tongue in you again, baby? Because I’ll be more than happy to taste you some more.”
He withdrew his fingers but before he could go down on her again, Madeline caught his face in both her small hands.
“No, that’s not what I want,” she told him. “I want to return the favor. I…I can feel how hard you are against my thigh.”
She nodded down to where his heavy shaft was tenting the black material of his sleep trousers and rubbing against her inner thigh. In fact, the head of it was nearly nudging her plump pussy lips.
Grath wished he could pull down the trousers and slide inside her—wished he could feel that soft, tight, wetness he’d tasted on his tongue wrapped around his shaft. But he reminded himself that would be a bad idea.
Letting Madeline “return the favor,” as she put it however, seemed like a very good one.
“Only if you want to, baby,” he told her.
“Oh, I want to.” Madeline was already working to pull down his sleep trousers and bare his shaft. “I definitely want to.”
Grath watched in bemusement as she took him in her small hands. His shaft was much too big to fit in her tight little pussy but if they had ever made love—which he swore he would never do to her—his precum had chemicals in it that would help her stretch for him.
He saw her eyes go wide as she measured his size and then her fingertips trailed down to circle the swelling at the base of his shaft curiously.
“What’s this?” she asked, looking up at him.
“A little something I got from my Beast Kindred side,” Grath told her. “It’s called a Mating Fist. It’s for knotting.”
“What…what’s knotting?” was her next breathless question.
“It’s when a male’s Mating Fist swells inside his female’s pussy to knot her—to keep them locked together,” Grath explained. Gods, but her soft little hands felt good on him! He loved the feeling of her cool little fingers exploring every inch of his pulsing shaft.